“Victor… look at the bill,” Carol said with a troubled expression. “The organization she mentioned may have paid for the surgery fee, but there are other charges amounting to one million dollars!”
Little did she know that ‘the organization’ was simply a pseudonym for the gold-lined card Victor possessed. It was loaded with a billion dollars, replenished as soon as a withdrawal was made. The ancillary charges were filed by Sophia separately, perhaps because she needed an excuse to call him.Victor did not reply to Carol but just nodded. His thoughts were elsewhere. Edgar was to be transferred to a private chamber, which would cost fifty thousand per day primarily because of his delicate condition. However, he could recover peacefully there, with private duty nurses attending him 24x7.“How do you plan to pay the ancillary fees of the cardiac surgeon?” Carol asked. “Tell me.”“I will talk it out with Dr. Baker,” he said coldly.Talk it out? Carol’s heart sank. Why was Victor so casual about such an exorbitant fee? Were her suspicions justified? Was there really something between Sophia and Victor? Even if her doubts were unfounded, Sophia had taken his number and would likely make personal calls. Would something romantic happen between the two? Carol had observed that Sophia was aloof with other men. However, with Victor, she was almost submissive, as if he had thoroughly impressed her. As if it was her right to demand his attention. Carol was not highly educated, but she knew how a woman’s mind worked. She could see the flame of desire in Sophia’s eyes. But why would a woman of her stature be attracted to Victor, who was middle-class? Indeed, it could not be only because of his good looks. Would she risk her social image for a fling? Or… Was there something special about Victor?Carol dismissed her thoughts. Her husband was an ordinary guy suffering financial trouble. There was no way a successful woman like Sophia would like him. Her paranoia was getting the better of her. Regardless, she felt it was her marital right to be protective of her husband.“Please don’t talk to Sophia Baker,” she whispered to Victor.Victor looked up from his phone and was about to answer when he received a call.It was Clive Baron. “Hello?”“Sir, there’s some trouble brewing at your grandfather’s company. Please meet me outside.”Victor disconnected the call and wondered what may have gone wrong back at the office. He had already figured out that James Colbert had been trying to sabotage his grandfather’s surgery. But was it possible he was the cause of the company’s trouble? There was only one way to find out.He turned to his wife and put a reassuring hand over her shoulder. She did not flinch this time like she usually did. “Listen… I have some work at the factory. Please accompany Edgar to the private chamber and help him settle in. Don’t worry about the expenses. I have taken care of everything. I’ll see you again tonight.”Carol nodded and leaned forward, expecting a kiss from her husband. But Victor turned away sharply and left, leaving her hanging.She frowned, concerned about Victor’s financial crisis and more about his state of mind. Was his confidence coming from a state of denial?As soon as Victor was gone, James approached Carol. “Hey, I heard the good news. I’m glad Edgar’s surgery was successful.”Carol nodded absentmindedly. “What is it? Why are you sad? Is it because of Victor?”She nodded but did not elaborate.“Look, Carol,” James began, “I’ll be honest. I tried to give him money through you, but his pride came in the way. My assumption is that he is too insecure. This is natural since his paltry income can neither provide for you nor support his grandfather. Such helplessness and desperation will wreck any man.”Carol listened to James with increasing anxiety. What he said did make sense. Victor had been behaving oddly over the past day. It could be a mix of insecurity, vulnerability, and misery.James stepped closer to her. “From what I can observe, your marriage is suffering. Victor will be out on the streets in a few days because of the exorbitant medical bills. He will have a mental breakdown, and you could get hurt in the crossfire. I will suggest you divorce him now to preserve yourself.”Carol sobbed, saying, “I don’t know if I am ready to do that.”James put a hand over her shoulder. “I don’t even want the six hundred thousand back, okay? Just come with me to tomorrow’s musical concert. I got us tickets.” Carol nodded but turned away. “I will talk to you later, James. Thanks for trying to help. I am going to accompany Grandpa while he’s being transferred.”James nodded. He figured it was not the right time to manipulate Carol and thus let her go. His other plans to bring about Victor Damone’s downfall were already underway.As Victor walked out of the hospital, a Rolls Royce cruised to a halt before him. Onlookers wondered which bigshot's car it was. Victor pulled up his hood and approached the vehicle. He peered in to see Clive in the driver's seat. The forty-year-old billionaire was a butler-cum-chauffeur now.Victor slipped into the car, and Clive drove off."What is the urgency?" he asked the billionaire, who looked strangely in character as a chauffeur."Sir, I have concluded another task you assigned via text. You asked me to survey your grandfather's finances and assets. What I have accumulated is as follows. First, someone has been draining your grandfather's accounts while he was bedridden."Victor raised an eyebrow. The prime suspect in this nuisance could be none other than his evil aunt. He'd deal with her later since Edgar's account barely had a hundred thousand dollars. "What else?""Unfortunately, Damone Industries, chaired by Edgar Damone, is about to declare bankruptcy."Victor scratched
The head office of Damone Industries was located in the Seaboard Industrial Block. The latter block was among seven industrial blocks in Springfield. However, it was ranked lowest because of a poor turnover. Not only was business slow, but competition among the companies was toxic, leading to underhanded practices which damaged each others' profits.As Victor walked into the premises of Damone Industries, he saw seven men outside, smoking cigarettes even though it was banned by company policy. Two of them, who looked middle-aged, stepped forward. Victor recognized them as Alec, the Head of Sales, and Seagal, the Head of Marketing Division. They were the two most significant employees of the company."Here's my resignation letter, Mr. Damone," Alec said with a smirk. He knew that his exit would land a crushing blow to the company. "Oh, wait. I should call you… Victor."Victor ignored his taunt and accepted the letter. He signed it without any argument. While his indifference was noticed
Shannon Inc. was the largest company in the Seaboard Industrial Block. It had an imposing grass and granite skyscraper reflecting the skies.Alec, Seagal, and others who quit Damone Industries that morning, dressed up in formals and entered the Shannon Inc. building. They went through the large swiveling door, eyeing the main lobby with wonder. It was pristine, with waxed hardwood floors and rustic armchairs. A pretty receptionist instructed them to go up to the fourteenth floor, where the CEO's office was situated.Rick McBride was the current CEO, a brilliant man in his early thirties. He welcomed them in his private lobby but looked as if he was in a hurry. Rick asked Alec and the others to wait for their orientation since he was expecting a visit from the Chairman of Shannon Inc. Many key people of the company had gathered in the private lobby as well."What happened, Mr. McBride?" Alec asked. "Is something new happening in the company?"Rick turned to him and said absentmindedly,
"You have been duped!""This man is Victor Damone, heir to a sinking company in this industrial block. He is on the verge of bankruptcy and has already lost his mind. Now he has the audacity to scam you all!" "Yes! He's worse than scum, this man. He's taken us for fools!""Whatever lies he has fed you, don't believe them! Throw them out of the building now!"The silent Rick McBride rushed forward and landed consecutive slaps across Alec and Seagal's faces. "You bloody idiots! How dare you speak about our patron this way! You are nothing more than bugs in his presence!"Patron? The two traitors caressed their stinging red faces, confused. How was Victor a patron of Shannon Inc.? That did not make any logical sense. Didn't all six of them resign from his drowning company this morning? They crunched the numbers to discover that Damone Industries would be boarded up in a week! "Who are these clowns?" Edward Shannon asked Rick with an annoyed expression.Rick looked guilty. "I'm sorry, s
Victor's new bike was a Ducati Scrambler Nightshift, a modified model with a retro masculine appeal. It was perfect for fast conveyance and was relatively inconspicuous as a vehicle. The last thing Victor needed was attention.Clive Baron had complained that the price of fifteen thousand dollars was too low but eventually had to give in.Victor sent Clive back to the office and took the new bike for a drive around the city. Amidst the chaos of his grandfather's issues and trying to keep his cover secret, he had been bogged down by pettiness and mediocrity. People not worthy of being his servants had looked down on him and humiliated him. 'Everyone will get their due,' he thought. But at the moment, he had other concerns. Haley B was arriving in Springfield. She was beautiful like an angel but stubborn like a mule. If he did not appear at her concert, she'd fulfill her threat and expose him. The celebrity Haley B did not accept no for an answer. Victor had reached the city's outskirts
Victor casually walked towards the car's trunk and slipped his fingers under the hatchback handle."Are you an idiot?" bushy-brows said. "Do you think we'll keep the hatchback open? It is locked and protected with military-grade armor. Even a missile cannot break through!"With a grunt and a heave, Victor pulled. With a creak and a crack, the entire hatchback was ripped open.Both bushy-brows and the driver were shocked to the core. A young man in his twenties just tore apart a military-grade locker! Was he the strongest man alive?Inside the trunk, Victor found a classy young woman. Her hands and legs were tied, and her mouth was gagged. Still, she was making a surprising amount of noise. He immediately recognized who she was. The face was prominent in newspapers and social media."I'll get back to you in a moment," Victor reassured the woman, who protested even more."Is she Claire Holt?" he asked bushy-brows. The driver had also joined his accomplice. They had their guns drawn at hi
James Colbert's Mercedes AMG passed through East Springfield, drawing pedestrians' attention. He would usually avoid such semi-urban parts of the city. However, he had to meet a consultant at Springfield Rapids. Apparently, a huge conglomerate was about to start a thirty-million-dollar project in the area, and James wanted a piece of the pie. Colbert and Sons primarily built sewage systems, and this project would be a big break for them.However, the consultant offered him a meeting at Baron International, the most successful company in Springfield. They had brokered the deal with the city authorities.After securing an interview with Baron International the next day, James made a pitstop to pick up tickets to the Haley B concert from a broker. The mega event had triggered a bidding war in Springfield, pitting all the big leagues against each other. James' father, Saul Colbert, had secured four entries to the mega-event at ten thousand each. Josh sat in the adjacent seat, glaring at t
"This one." Clive projected Claire's Inst@gram post on the office wide-screen. She had taken a selfie while riding on the rear seat of a bike. The rider's back was visible. It triggered a social media guessing game to establish who her new boyfriend was. Many celebrity names were taken, including many Hollywood hunks."Claire Holt?" the protégé exclaimed. "Did she finally start dating someone? Lucky chap, that guy. But what does the picture have to do with Emperor Caesar?"Clive Baron looked up and pursed his lips. "Don't use that name publicly, Eddie. You can call him Mr. Damone for all intents and purposes. That is his will." Clive was a three-star ranker in the New World Order. However, Edward Shannon was still a one-star, being groomed by the former. He was the luckiest person in the world to have met the legendary man and been privileged to serve him.Edward nodded. "I understand, sir. Apologies. But what does Claire Holt's picture have to do with Mr. Damone?"Clive winked at him